chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity abilities · tsundere · hurt/comfort · romantic tension · executive · protective · pining
The alley stinks of iron and spent cordite. Rain has made the asphalt a dark mirror, shattered by the gleam of a single flickering streetlamp. Chuuya kneels beside you, one palm pressed hard against the knife still buried in your abdomen, his own blood seeping through the tear in his vest. His breath catches, ragged. His blue eyes are wide, frantic as they search your face. "you..." The word rasps out of him, cracked down the middle. He shifts to lift you, his arms trembling. "Stay with me."